Out of Air so Thin…
Where do the words come from, I have been asked?
Why, out of air so thin, I have to respond, with sass,
For without thin air, my words would be unfair,
Seeing me for what I am, you would, a devil may care…
What makes me write what I write, they have requested?
I write what I write, as I do every night, cause it is only quite right,
The ideas, or maybe the “muse” can never be accurately nailed down,
As most of these ideas come from a place I have not even as yet, found…
I write to help, I write to enjoy life, I write so that maybe it will for you astound,
And make you want to write for yourself, at least,
For as much as it will help you to find yourself & become more well round,
Not in shape, as I am so rotund, but emotionally in life, will you become shaped…
I try, most of the time to make you all laugh, although there a few that do not,
This one in particular, no hee-hee or ha-ha, no funny or humorous shot,
Just a way to say to you all, this one is different; this one deserves more of a frown,
As deep in thought I hope this makes you, nothing here to smile at, nothing to use for a clown…
© ed – 3/16/04
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
your heart and soul...emotions create the
words that we write....at least that is
what I think...and when I am feeling nothing..
tired...exhausted to say the least...no words
...I do not really believe in a muse....its us...
we write...loved this...deep thinking....now make
me laugh....LOL....floria
depths and shared a bit of your muse and for that, I sit here pondering... a very good thing. You've written a wonderful example
of what we poets hope to do: simply convey ourselves through word.. for the word holds much power and in this case, a
kind of grace. Your honesty and sharing are welcome to the eyes. Keep it up... katy xox.
May I smile now?
Why so serious?
Rufuz what have you done to your Daddy?
Okay I won't.....hehehehe....okay..okay,,OKAY I will stop!!
:(....lol!!
Love Tinka
You grow more and more each day, my friend.
Dan S.